#the whole reason i love that actor is because he's like be but taller and smarter and hairier

[angelicsjn]

how would yanderes react if reader broke up with them? Like completely moved their stuff out and blocked them etc

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A N: Hey, hey. I'm going through all my old requests first, so newer ones will be posted last. I want to hopefully get rid of all the old requests!

A B O U T: You leave the boys.

W A R N I N G S: Angst, the boys being their usual stalkerish and obsessive selves, Jae being Jae... the usual.

— ROMAN BEAUREGARD.

For a second, Roman feels at a loss. His entire life is perfect. Why would you ruin it? Your whole life was made just by being on his arm. Why sacrifice a life of comfort?

He expects you to come back for the first few days, keeping his usual tabs on you, and when he realises that you're happier without him; he's distraught.

How can you live as if you never met? Free and smiling? Why don't you feel how he does?

He keeps his cool. Of course, he does. He doesn't mind going back to square one. He's perfected the definition of patience, and he has it. He will use it.

He will leave you alone, create a false sense of freedom, and slowly come back into your life acting as if nothing ever happened, and since time has passed, you think, "maybe things can be different this time?" Because he seems different.

He's just a good actor. You should have remembered that.

— LATEN REED.

Laten is genuinely devastated. He doesn't understand why. Did you find his little box of memories? No way. He hid it too well.

Was he too much? Too touchy? Too talkative? Did his friends annoy you?

He questions everything in his head until it goes numb.

When he sees you on campus smiling and hanging out with your friends, like you didn't up and leave him, he feels like he's going to go insane.

"Why did you do it?" He asks you, his voice dead against the night sky as you hurry your way back to your place.

Honestly, it's kind of scary. Just you two, in the dark, his huge body and glittering eyes as he pins you down with just his words.

He won't let you leave until you speak. Actually, no. He won't let you leave at all.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

"The fucking audacity." Is all he says before quite literally trashing the place.

He's pissed off, beyond pissed off. In that moment, he doesn't give a fuck about his idol image.

He will post indirects. Mask himself up and stalk the streets to find you.

He sees you at a club, reconnecting with your friends after months of nothing — thanks to him.

As your friends slink away to get more drinks, he slides into the booth, "what the fuck are you doing?"

You can run, but you can't hide. You can't tell anyone, even if you do, nobody will believe you.

He's NIKO. He can do no wrong.

— KAIDAN WOLFE.

Kaidan will wait for you until it the fans notice your absence. When he reads the comments of a potential breakup, it sinks in.

He messages your friends and family, they love him. He's the sweetest guy ever. They feel bad for him.

You're in the wrong. How dare you just... leave? He did everything for you. You were everywhere to him. You ARE everything to him.

He and your family pretty much guilt trip you into going back to him...

"Awh, y/n, I'm so glad you're with him, still. He's perfect for you." They don't even see the obsession behind his pretty eyes.

— HAYDEN WEST.

There's actually no logical reason to leave someone like Hayden. But he believes otherwise.

There's better looking, funnier, smarter, taller, and generally just better guys.

Of course you'd leave. He expected it at some point, no matter how hard he'd try. Fuck, he'd even start going to the gym for you.

This man doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. Nothing. He's genuinely heartbroken.

Out of all of the yanderes, he's the most realistic and upset. He doesn't even want to see how you're doing without him.

Honestly, you'd go back to him on your own accord because you actually miss being around him.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

Joshua believes that God will reward him with your presence again — in fact, the man prays on it.

Maybe you need a break. A place to breathe. He understands. Life is hard and confusing.

He watches over you at all times, it's okay. He knows you'll come back.

He will leave 'signs' around for you, just little things to slightly drive you insane.

At first, it's, 'Oh. That's Joshua's favourite drink.' To, 'Okay. This is weird.'

When he sees your eyes lock onto his, he knows that his prayers have been answered.

He's calm in this situation. He knows that you are for him. Only him.

— BLAKE CROSS.

"What the.." He mumbles, looking around the villa. You're gone. Like. Gone.

And fuck, is this man angry.

"They took everything, dad! Fucking everything!" He shouts down the phone, his dad on the other end. "Tell Lawson to find their last whereabouts, send it right over."

This man will follow you to the ends of the literal earth, literally. He will not give up. He's relentless.

But he's so sweet with it. He's so convincing. A sweet smile with his dimples, his eyes big and adoring, "Come on. One chance. Let's go to Monaco, just us. You know how much I love you."

You ended up having the best weekend of your life. He made sure of it. You're never leaving him. <3

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | Sweet Girl

Simon’s teammates began to show up more and more in your everyday life. They didn’t just come for kisses either. Kyle began to drag you to a new coffee shop every time he came back to town. He would pay despite your instance to cover the drinks at least some of the time. He loved to talk books with you.

He introduced you to his favorite used bookstore, a magical place that seemed to go on forever. In the back of the building, he showed you a narrow staircase and enticed you to follow him down. What you found was a dim, but not dusty basement. Shelves with flopped over books and copies of National Geographic from 1920, still with the classic yellow border, dotted the space. The basement seemed to run the length of the deep building.

At one point Kyle slipped from view as you stepped into a concrete room taller than you by at least twice. When you turn around, he had disappeared. Starting to panic you focused on working your way back through the dim to the staircase.

You made a horror movie actress proud when two hands shot out of the dark to grab you. Kyle laughs as he pulls you close, dropping a kiss on your hair. He apologizes repeatedly when you start to cry.

“Fuck, I hate scary things, Kyle,” you push away from his chest.

He does not let go. Fucker uses all those muscles to keep you tight to him as he rocks back and forth and apologizes again.

“I’m so, so sorry sweet girl. I won’t do it again. Now I know that scary movies and haunted houses are out of the picture.”

“Better fucking not be in the picture. Scary movies are fine if I can laugh through them, but absolutely no haunted house. I refuse to almost catch another case,” when you pull back from his hold you pat the tear stains on his chest. Mementos to remind him not to do it again.

“You almost caught a case from a haunted house?” Kyle looks both disturbed and intrigued.

“You see, haunt actors don’t like getting hit. I mean, fair, I don’t either. I had a bad ex that dragged me to one, despite repeatedly telling him not to do it. He left me in the haunted house, and I punched out of fear. They pulled me out the side and I got stuck in the manager’s office until the police could come and sort everything out. Broke up with that bastard and caught a ride home from the officer.”

Kyle looks more and more concerned for you the longer you go on.

“But you went to a scary movie with Roach?” He sputters.

“First off we laughed through that whole movie and when the scary bits did happen he let me hide in his shoulder.” You stick a finger in his face, “And secondly why do all of you call him such a mean name? I don’t get it! Gary is a perfectly good name.”

Kyle leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of the finger you pointed at him with. You glower at him.

“It’s not a mean name sweet girl. Gary has made it out of so many impossible situations people started calling him Roach, because he’s damn near unkillable. That man could have a building dropped on him and only come out with a broken collar bone. It’s a sign of respect that he has a call sign.”

“Fine,” you narrow your eyes at him, “But I will still be calling him Gary. I don’t like bugs. Is that why all the guys call you Gaz?”

“Yep, and why Johnny is called Soap, and Simon goes by Ghost. Well, Simon goes by Ghost for a lot of reasons but a call sign is one of them.”

Wiping your hand over your face once more to remove any leftover fear you hold out your other one to Kyle.

“I feel like you owe me for making me cry.”

He takes it, sliding his fingers between yours.

“How about I buy you a book?” He cajoles.

Narrowing your eyes at him as you follow him out of the dark you counter.

“How about three?”

“Make it two and you have yourself a deal,” he tossed back a devastating smile.

“Fine. You are forgiven.”

Using your interlaced fingers Kyle pulled you close dropping a kiss on your lips.

“Good, would hate to have you mad at me, sweet girl.”

You didn’t know how to feel about the pet name but let it ride for now.

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

[auras-moonstone]

okay okay hear me out this is a good one WHAT IF!!!! WHAT IF!!! reader x jack play love interests in Freaky Tales, and like everyone on set KNEW they were obviously into each other right? right. so, sundance film festival comes along a year-and-a-lot-of-pinning-later, and when the kiss scene between their characters comes up they’re both just blushing and smiling and they’re so cute during the interviews the internet goes CRAZY anyway pedro ends up talking some confidence into jack and he asks the reader out 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

from friends to this — jack champion

word count: 1,6k

pairing: jack champion x actress!fem!reader

summary: after months of not seeing each other, jack and y/n reunite at the sundance festival. with feelings still in the air, jack is persuaded to finally ask her out.

warnings: fluff.

Freaky Tales had been a completely different experience for Jack. Until that movie, he had done roles where his character didn’t have a love interest, much less a kissing scene. It was a thing that had made him nervous since the beginning, because he knew that his co-star, Y/N, had been involved in several romantic comedies so she had experience.

However, his fears were soon erased once he got to know her. Y/N made him feel comfortable and one thing he loved about her was the way she complimented him every time they finished filming a scene together. Jack was immensely glad to call her his co-star and was happy with the chemistry they showed on camera.

The two teenagers relationship soon started resembling their character’s one. Lucid and Vicky were two friends who were obviously into each other, but were too scared of rejection so they kept their feelings to themselves. For that reason, it wasn’t hard for the actors to get into their characters and nail the sentimental parts. And even though both of them were excellent at their job, the whole cast knew there was something deeper there, that there was more than just acting. The two friends could fool each other, but everyone in that set was aware of the way they basically radiated happiness when they were together. Hence why they were all sad when the last day of filming arrived and there hadn’t been any changes on the relationship.

And now, one year later, the cast was finally going to reunite for the premiere of the movie at the Sundance Festival. Y/N and Jack had been looking forward to the event because it had been months since the last time they saw each other.

“Oh my god.” Jack heard a familiar voice speak. He turned his head to the side, spotting his friend who was smiling like the Cheshire cat. Forgetting about the flashing lights and the interviewers, he made his way to her and instantly wrapped her in a hug. “The mullet is back.” she said against his chest.

Jack laughed and stepped back. “Hello to you too.”

“Sorry, hi.” she chuckled. “The mullet is back!”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time.” he rolled his eyes. “I kinda had to bring it back, you were harassing me.” he said in a playful tone.

“I did not harass you, idiot.” she softly pushed his shoulder.

“You have been sending me daily texts for a month, telling me to bring it back.” he pointed out.

“I was doing God’s work.” she shrugged. “You look really good, Jack.”

He felt the warmth spreading on his cheeks. “Thanks, Y/N/N. I missed you.”

“Missed you, too. And Jesus, have you gotten taller?”

He smirked “Maybe you’ve shrunk.”

“Fuck off.” she rolled her eyes.

“Let’s go, smurf.” he grabbed her hand, guiding her towards the carpet to take pictures. “You look gorgeous, by the way.”

They smiled at each other, the butterflies in their stomachs let them know that despite not having been able to see each other often, their feelings were still intact.

Y/N and Jack sat next to each other for the movie screening. It was the third and last day of the festival, and the two friends were sad they were going to be apart again. They hadn’t acknowledged it because they didn’t want to ruin the mood, but their hearts sure felt heavy.

The kissing scene was approaching and they began squirming on their seats, remembering that day at the set and most importantly, how good kissing the other had felt. They both replayed those moments more often that they’d like to admit, and they’d be lying if they said they didn’t want to experience it again.

When the kiss was shown on the big screen, Jack and Y/N couldn’t help looking at each other. They exchanged love-sick smiles and began blushing when they felt the cast’s eyes on them. Trying their best to ignore it, they set their focus on the movie until the credits rolled in.

Now was the part Y/N dreaded the most. not matter how many times she had gone through them, interviews still made her anxious.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. This time, we’re doing them together.” Jack rubbed her arms. His words calmed down her nerves, and after giving him a quick nod, they walked towards the interviewers.

They started with simple questions, regarding their characters and the movie plot and then the male interviewer finally asked the expected question, “How did you feel during the kissing scene?”

Jack spoke first, “When i first got the script, I was super nervous about the relationship between Lucid and Vicky. It is my first character with a romantic interest, and that made me worry I was going to act awkward, especially because Y/N was used to it. But I soon realised I was being silly, she never once made me feel insecure about it. She helped me a lot, never judged, and always asked if I felt alright. And when the day of the kissing scene came, she basically tired herself out by reassuring me it was going to turn out perfect. So I felt very comfortable during the kissing scene. I’m very glad it was with her, she’s not just an amazing actress, she’s also the best co-star in the world and the sweetest girl I’ve ever met.”

She looked up at him in awe, wondering if he realized he was the most perfect man to ever exist. Okay, maybe she was a little biased considering she was head over heels, but Jack truly was incredible.

“Wow, how could I ever top those words?” she laughed, “I really don’t know what to say. I never doubted he was going to nail his performance, and I’m really glad he felt comfortable with me, because I sure did feel comfortable with him. Since the very first day. I mean, just one look and you can tell he’s got a heart of gold. There was nothing awkward about the kiss because we trust each other so much and we knew that there would be no judgment or weirdness after the director yelled ‘Cut’. We have an amazing friendship.”

“Well, shit- oh sorry, shoot.” he apologised. “You didn’t have a problem with topping my speech, that’s for sure.” he smiled at her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. “But yes, she’s right. We formed an amazing friendship, and she’s stuck with me forever now.”

God, I hope so, Y/N pleaded internally.

“Kid, come here.” Pedro told Jack once he saw Y/N was nowhere in sight. “I think it’s time. I beg you, ask that girl out.”

“W-what?” Jack squealed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on.” the older actor sighed. “Everyone knows it. To be honest, we expected you to end up together before the filming ended but it’s already been a year and you’re still stuck on the friendzone with her.”

“I don’t know… what if she says no? I might die, and I’m not even kidding.”

“She’s not going to say no, kid. She’s down as bad as you. Ask her out, you’re not going to regret it. Trust me, okay?”

Jack thought about that conversation for the rest of the evening, and he decided to risk it. If Pedro was right and everyone else thought the feelings were mutual, there must really be something between him and Y/N, right? There was only one way to find out.

“I can’t believe it ended.” Y/N pouted.

“Me neither. I had the time of my life.” he smiled. then, after taking a deep breath, he tugged her arm. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I… If I’m wrong, things might turn uncomfortable, but I honestly have a really good feeling about this. And before I ask you, I need you to know that there’s no pressure and that no matter what you say, I’m still going to be here. You’ll always have me, okay?”

“Okay… you can trust me. You’ll always have me too.”

Jack nodded and looking her straight in the eyes, he said, “I really like you, Y/N/N. I’ve liked you for a whole year, and it’s insane the amount of times I wanted to tell you, but fear got the best of me. I just, I don’t want to keep on hiding my feelings. I like you so much it’s consuming me. and I need to ask you, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Y/N had daydreamed about this day for a year, so it felt a bit surreal. but Jack was actually there, in front of her, telling her he liked her and wanted to be more than friends. “It was that day you brought me breakfast at the set.”

“What?” Jack frowned.

“Remember that day I forgot to have breakfast?” Jack nodded. “You told me to wait, and then appeared fifteen minutes later, with my favorite coffee, that vanilla muffin I love and the most beautiful smile ever. That was the day I realized I liked you.”

“For real?” he asked, unable to hide his happiness.

Y/N nodded and quickly raised onto her tip-toes to hug his neck. “I like you so much it’s consuming me.” she repeated his words. “And there’s nothing I’d love more than to go on a date with you.”

He let out a breath of relief and hugged her tightly. “By the way, you’re so good at speeches. This is the second time tonight I’m trying very hard to stop the tears.”

Y/N laughed “Oh, prepare yourself for cheesy posts on instagram with even cheesier captions.”

“You make the posts, I make the playlists. Deal?”

“Deal.”

spiderboyjack if those two don’t start dating soon, i’m going to jump off of very tall somethings…

landrysweetthing great, i’m crying over two actors being in love with each other.

deadpoets i will watch the movie for jack and y/n and for jack and y/n only.

aurasmoonstone someone put these two on a rom-com already!

fearlesslandry i already made a folder on tik tok for their edits. bring them on!

liked by jackchampion and y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n share the links <3

jackchampion with taylor swift songs please, those are y/n/n’s favorites

aurasmoonstone okay but are you two dating or not? the people need to know jack champion y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n we’re just friends

jackchampion SMURF DON’T NEGLECT ME 😡 y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n i love you, boyfriend jackchampion

jackchampion love you too, girlfriend y/n.y/l/n

[writingforfishes]

Delightful!!!

I did a genuine chuckle-laugh!

worm when uhh. yeah.

iirc one of your fics mentioned Otto having been with people possessing various sexual organs. were they also of various genders or is that not solidified

in my brain atty is men only but Otto seems like he'd have been Resident Bi Slut in his late teens/early-mid 20s. attraction can be fluid tho so maybe even if he was, that could've changed since then.

also uh if they both have backstories somewhat, is there a story to how they met and got together? the proposal and wedding preparations? wedding day maybe..

cuz like I've read All of them and it's like slice of life ottocus, early relationship stage/kink confession ottocus, honeymoon, sick otto, roleplay, Mark's party, hiatus, atty's birthday (probably not the exact order chronologically but I think that's the post order since the first one?)

obvi this is like kinkfic stuff so I don't expect any overarching plot or something but you gave Otto so much trauma there has to be more dots to connect between then and "the beginning"

I think at some point it was said that they had mutual friends and Mark introduced them. beyond that....? 👀

n I doodled some silly Atticus frames after reading the newest one 😭😭 (they're just so funny 💔 I had to produce that visual) do u want

errr hopefully whenever u read this u had a good sleep beforehand (watch me already be awake by then 💀) and manifesting u and ur friends being ok soon!! yeeting healing and peaceful energy at y'all smh.. fr tho once everybody's good u should all go get tea or cupcakes or somethin

imma go pretend to sleep but actually draw and dissociate for like an hour until I pass out byeeeee

@worm-writes-hicfics

This must've sent when you opened the page up, because I JUST got it!

Oh, Otto is bi as hell. You're right on the money with that.

(Just erased a lot of text because it's more trauma that isn't really helpful to the question.)

He went a little wild in college. (Definitely Bi slut era.) He never finished his degree. Peek alcoholic life so lots of Stuff (tm).

He is still on the asexual spectrum (grey/demi). Having a kink that is related to arousal would probably make sex fun, I would assume! (Though I don't relate, personally. It's been interesting to write from that perspective and I'm probably doing not-so-well on it, but I'm trying!) But, like he told Atty in one story, a relationship based primarily on sex never worked out for him.

As far as Atticus, they actually have been physically attracted to all genders, but they haven't really had much romantic attraction. I don't think it would've mattered at all what gender (or nongender) a person was. They are also asexual in the same way I am, so they haven't had any experience with sex by the time they met Otto. (But plenty of experience with masturbation and knowledge of their own body.)

(Try and imagine THAT vulnerability as they say they want to masturbate on his couch to his hiccups!!)

They doubted they had romantic attraction as well before Otto and still have doubts about being completely romantic. They would probably fussily identify as demiromantic if they were forced to define it.

I think the stories have been mostly masc focused because, for some reason, I enjoy experiencing hiccups in masc identifying and presenting people more than femme. I think I would also enjoy hiccups in nonbinary or non-gendered people, I just haven't experienced that, yet. (That I know of.)

I, myself, find femme just as attractive as masc beyond the kink. (femme and masc identified by societal gender roles, of course) And I find nonbinary energy and non-gendered energy attractive as well! I find PEOPLE attractive. (I know, I'm pulling a Schitt's Creek David moment with that, sans sex. I would QPR with anyone, honestly.)

The story of how they met is a work in progress. I think Mark was a lead detective on a case based around a series of robberies.

Atticus was one of several renters in an apartment complex where a bunch of robberies took place on the same day. During the interview Atticus mentioned that in addition to some valuables being taken whoever the idiot was who robbed them knocked a mantel clock, a family heirloom, off where it was sitting as they left. Ever since, the clock hadn't worked right.

Atty was more pissed off about the clock than the TV and laptop. Mark happened to "know a guy" and that's the short story of how they met. I might flesh it out a little more at some point. We'll see. No hiccup content, though.

I'm trying to remember what I had ultimately decided for the proposal. I had a thought of it at one point. I need to come back to it with something else because whatever I thought of didn't stick in the lore. It was probably incredibly adorable though. Something like Atticus giving Otto a poem to read over and get his opinion on and the last line being "Will you marry me?" or some cheesy shit like that. You know, something to make you scream "OMG, I hate this so much! Augh why?!! I love them!!"

I might try to workshop that a little more and see what I come up with. I honestly don't even know which one of them actually proposed.

I will say, expect inconsistencies in the stories, for sure. I was initially writing them as a one-off so, much like a pilot to a series is inadequate in predicting the tone of a show once it's picked up, the first few stories were me just realizing I was actually crafting characters that might last a few more times and have deeper story potential.

I should probably explore Atticus' base friend group in addition to Otto's. Otto's is basically Mark, Ralph (Mark's detective partner), Alice (Mark's wife), Margie, Cindy, and Jana (Mark's Ex). I do think Atticus knew of Cindy previous to meeting Otto, but I don't think they were friends.

I guess because Otto was based around a character and his friends are based on other characters in the same show, I sort of borrowed from that so much that I neglected to give Atticus a proper social group.

I mean, this is kink fic so...it's not necessary but...it might be interesting to explore.

I WANT ALL ARTS YES PLEASE!

Ahem.

Yes, that would be nice.

[the--blackdahlia]

The Table (Michael Keaton x Reader)

Title: The Table

Summary: You are the hottest thing in Hollywood and up for your first Academy Award

Warnings: Just some anxiety, but it's mainly fluff

For @84reedsy

You had gotten lucky. That’s the only thing you could think of. Your debut feature film had blown up in theaters, and from what you could tell lurking on your Tumblr blog, the fans were making Supernatural levels of fanart and discourse. Your short films had gotten studio attention, and then the screenplay you worked on with your best friend ended up being one of the hottest films of the summer.

You got lucky. In your mind, that was all there was to it.

You were up for best director. Your cast were up for best actor, best actress, best supporting actor, and best supporting actress. There were a few other categories, but the big one, best picture, made you nervous. People at the studio told you it’s an hour to even be nominated, and while you agreed, you were so nervous to see what the panel of voters thought of your work. This could make or break your career.

You walked the read carpet in a dress that cost more than your car payment your first year of college, and heels that made you feel taller than you really were. People yelled at you for your picture, and people kept stopping you to ask you questions. Mainly about “who are you wearing”” and “how much did your dress cost”. Things like that. You remembered seeing this stuff when you’d watch the Oscars back in your youth, but you never expected it to be quite this chaotic flurry.

You were so glad when you finally made it into the Dolby Theater and felt the chaos calm down slightly. You could see there was already a line at the bathroom, so you made a beeline for the bar. After you were handed your drink, you looked around and saw so many celebrities in one place. Ones you had grown up watching and ones you had just discovered recently.

This was your life now, and you weren’t sure if you actually belonged.

“Make sure you eat something before you go in,” Someone to your left spoke. One of your actors from your movie. “The tables are just for show. But at least they let us have water now.”

“Do we have to stay there the whole time? Isn’t this like a three hour show?”

“No, but just make sure if you’re leaving for any reason, it’s not right before your turn,” He chuckled a little. “I was at the SAG awards and Michael Keaton won for best actor and they had to wait on him because he was in the bathroom.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn’t help but laugh. You were glad he was there to help you calm down some.

“Hey, and no matter what we win or lose tonight, I want you to know you’re one of my favorite directors to work with. And I will be first in line at any future casting calls,” He gave you a smile before you walked away. Taking his advice, you grabbed some food and sat to eat while you waited to be let into the actual theater portion.

Before too long, you were seated at a table. You couldn’t see the other table cards due to the wine glasses of water, but you could see yours. Pristine white paper with your name written in golden scroll. You reached out and gently touched it. It was real. This was real. It was almost too much and you were starting to wonder if you could just get someone to accept any awards for you.

“Let’s see, here I am,” A voice spoke behind you. Then the chair next to you was pulled out and a man in a tux settled next to you. Turning to introduce yourself, you gasped. That wasn’t just any man in a tux.

It was Michael Keaton.

“Batman,” You whispered softly, but he heard you and chuckled.

“So you’ve seen my work. I’ve seen yours and loved it,” He held out a hand and you shook it. There was a bit of a linger hold before he pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “It’s great to meet you Ms. (y/l/n).”

“Please, call me (Y/n) Mr. Keaton…Mr. Douglas…”

“Well, you can just call me Michael,” His smile was infectious and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but why are you at this table? Shouldn’t you be with the other A-listers?” You asked a little bit later when he moved his wine glass and you saw that, in fact, his name was right there next to yours. He chuckled lowly.

“I’ve never considered myself an A-lister. You ever seen Game 6? Or Quicksand? Yeah, not an A-lister,” He took a sip of his water. “Plus, you’re the hottest thing in Hollywood right now. I would not trade this chair for one between George Clooney and Brad Pitt.”

“I…what?”

“Sweetheart, you must not realize just how popular you are. The last time I saw this happen was when Tim, Tim Burton, made Beetlejuice.”

“T-Thanks!” You quickly grabbed your water and took a sip. “Sorry, just nervous.”

“I was for my first time to,” He winked. “It gets better. Trust me.”

Before too long, the ceremony started. As it got closer to best director, Michael could tell you were nervous. He reached out and gave your hand a squeeze when the category was announced.

“And the nominees for best director are: Rachael Hayes, Sunset in San Francisco; Alex Wayne, Batty; Lorien Toomes, The Vultures Nest; Chica Riker, Love or Money; and (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n), The Happenings of Ghost. And the winner is…” You closed your eyes and held Michael’s hand. You couldn’t hear anything with the blood pumping in your ears. You were just so nervous.

And then you felt him pull your hand.

“You won!” He yelled when you looked at him. “Come on babe!” He took your hand and led you to the stairs. He remembered you complaining about your heels earlier in the ceremony. The next thing you knew, he was leading you up the stairs to the stage, making sure you didn’t fall as you made sure your dress didn’t catch.

“Please stay,” You whispered. He could feel you shaking.

“I’ll be waiting stage left,” He told you before kissing your cheek. “Go get them sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath and went to the microphone. You were just so nervous, never expecting to win. You did your speech to the best of your ability, even taking time to thank Michael for his help before you were played off and headed back towards the stairs. Michael offered you his arm and helped you down.

“Thank you,” You told him when you got back to the table and sat your award down in front of you. That gold statue would sit on your shelf back home with your name plate from the table right next to it. You were an Academy Award winner.

“All I did was help you up and down the stairs,” He chuckled.

“No, you kept me calm. I almost ditched the event. I couldn’t stand the stress. But you helped me.”

“Well, maybe after this, we could go get some dinner. A good winding down. And I know the best late night place in Los Angeles.” Your eyes widened. You had just been invited on a date. With Michael Keaton. Your longtime childhood crush. And all you could do was say…

“Yes. I’d love that.”

[deexchanel]

BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were going to lunch a little later on today."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

Stay slutty my friends.

[scaryspears]

Twilight Fancasts of Main Cast + Opinions

This is mostly based on my last Twilight fancast post I made, which was just Bella, Edward and Jacob. I've decided to think of more actors to add in the mix, might have to make separate posts for all the characters, though.

Bailey Bass as Bella Swan

Jun Shison as Edward Cullen

1. If bro can play a kitsune in a human's body I'm pretty sure he can pull off Edward. We just need to know if Jun Shison speaks English.

2. Also, Edward needs to be an evil dick just because of vampire reasons. He needs to be mysterious and in a good way, not the way the movies portrayed him awkwardly.

Dakota Beavers as Jacob Black

Don't make him cut his hair, and he needs to be Native American.

Also, get rid of the whole imprinting thing if they're just going to make it gross.

Julia Rehwald as Alice Cullen

I read short hair and small frame, and I thought of her.

Evan Rachel Wood as Rosalie Hale

I found out she was around 16 when playing Tracy from Thirteen, which might make this fancast iffy since I'm using her teenage self for the gif, considering the other actors I fancasted are 18+. But I remember watching the film and thinking that she looked like she would make a great Rosalie, which is ironic since Nikki Reed also starred in Thirteen. I know she's quite old, but I think we should find a look-a-like that looks like her younger self.

Tanner Buchanan as Jasper Hale

1. I was trying to find handsome but creepy blond actors. Wasn't really able to find any, so bare with this. I think Tanner could manage being mysterious and creepy.

Chosen Jacobs as Emmett Cullen

1. I remember reading some human version fanfics of the main characters, and in some of them Emmett would be Bella's older - and sometimes twin - brother. With that in mind, if Bella's black/mixed, then Emmett is too because why not?

Antony Star as Carlisle Cullen

1. I think Carlisle's human body should be older, and thus also be played by an older actor. I know Antony Star doesn't have those same vibes that Carlisle does, but he does give off a stern exterior when playing Homelander in some scenes, and I wanna see that is Carlisle.

Emmy Rossum as Esme Cullen

1. I don't know what to think of Esme other than the fact that I know that she's taller than Bella and randomly gave some info that she lost her baby very soon. I figured she was older when she was turned, just like I envisioned for Carlisle, but somewhat looks very young (I mean, a person is still young even if they're in their thirties).

Wood Harris as Charlie Swan

1. I'm looking for old head vibes. Man from the old hip hop vibes. "Guy that listens to Tupac regularly" vibes.

2. Also, let Charlie be a temporary supernatural hunter that protects Forks.

Zahn McClarnon as Billy Black

Chace Crawford as James

James is described to be very plain looking, despite the fact that he had the vampirism that was supposed to make him look more appealing, so I was thinking about The Deep whilst reading the book.

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Laurent

I think Edi Gathegi really stood out as Laurent, more dark skinned villains please.

2. Since Laurent is hinted to come from thanks to his accent I decided to pick an actor that is from New Orleans. I don't know why, I just decided to. Maybe I memorised some kind of misinformation about there being French speakers, I don't know.

3. If they really do make a Twilight remake and they toss Laurent to the side I'm actually gonna be so mad, because Laurent's appearance was promising, and then they chose James' boring arse.

Sophie Skelton as Victoria

I loved Rachelle Lefevre's performance as Victoria, so I want that same vibe of "seemingly innocent but clearly has a hidden agenda/motive". I know it's been a while since she's been in any films (from what I know), but I think she can pull it off. Since Laurent is hinted to be French I think it would be great that they let her be British when playing Victoria. (There's no they, but play along.)

[insomniac-jay]

Singing My Life With His Words

Synopsis: Christine's parents are gone for the weekend, and it brings an unexpected guest to her door.

@mayameanderings @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @biandbored

Chicago was a beautiful city, Darius had to admit. It reminded him of a colder version of West Baton Rogue. As much as would've loved to take a nice tour of the city and see what it had to offer, he was only here for one purpose: his love. Amazing how easy it was to get his hands on Christine's information using her driver's license.

Christine hummed to herself as she cleaned the dishes. Soft music played from the living room. With her parents away, responsibilities of the house fell on her. Not that she minded, though, since she was only living with them until she found a good place in Central City. Afterwards, she'd pack her things and head out.

As she finished the last of the dishes, a familiar song came on.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song."

The song was a personal favorite of Christine's ever since she was young, but tonight it hit different for some reason.

Christine hugged herself like there were a pair of arms wrapping around her and holding her to a strong chest. Cologne lingered, filling her senses. Silky hair brushing against her face.

She was thinking of him again.

During their last encounter, he was hiding from the authorities but still found the time for a romantic rendezvous with her. Sometimes she wanted to know just exactly who he was before he became the Music Meister.

Darius...

Sighing, Christine prepared to retire for the night. As she passed by the window leading to the fire escape, a voice from outside filled her ear.

"Strumming your pain with my fingers. Singing your life with my words. Killing you softly with my song. Killing you softly with my song. Telling your whole life with my words."

Christine gasped as she pushed back the curtains. "Darius?!"

Darius smirked, taking a bow in the process. "The one and only, doll."

"What are you doing here?" Christine asked while letting him in. She hadn't even told him where she was from nor where she lived. Part of her wondered if she should change out of the lacy nightgown and into something more modest.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to see you." He took her hand in his, planting a kiss to her knuckles. "This is a nice place you've got."

"It isn't mine. My parents are away for the weekend." It always made Christine a little woozy how much taller Darius was than some of the men she encountered before. "I wouldn't steal anything if I were you. My mama will know and she don't care if you're the maestro of villainy."

Darius smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"I wanna know something, Darius."

"Anything."

"Why did you become the Music Meister?"

The two were sitting on Christine's bed. Darius went silent, worrying Christine. Darius liked to talk, to boast. He prided himself on talking the talk and walking the walk. Never was he silent.

Bad idea, she thought to herself.

"Sorry if that's-"

"I used to be a star," Darius spoke. His voice was full of solemn. "I had the best career in the world. Movies, TV shows, but most importantly: the stage. Just like my mother, grandmother, and grandfather once did."

"I can imagine you were the best actor on Broadway and beyond," Christine said.

"Not just the best, I was the king. Everyone knew my name. They loved me. But that was all a facade to hide what was really going on. I was being used."

Christine's eyes went wide. "Used?"

"Yes. I'd been rejected many times because I was blind but that never deterred me. Eventually I was discovered by a man named," venom filled Darius's voice as he said the next part, "Walter Shelby."

Christine felt like she'd been stabbed. In the past, she'd worked at a few of Shelby's clubs as a performer. He always seemed so nice, especially to her...

"Mr. Shelby?"

"Yes. When he heard me sing, he just had to get me, promising me fame and fortune if I signed on with him." Darius balled his fist. Some nights, he thought about where he'd be if he never accepted the offer. "Foolishly, I fell for it. He kept his promise only to use it to destroy me. Him and his lackeys."

Christine squeezed his hand as Darius talked about his exploitation at the hands of Walter Shelby. She couldn't even begin to imagine how betrayed he must've felt. All his hard work gone to waste in a second. It also made her look at Shelby differently despite the many kindnesses he showed her.

Suddenly, Darius turned deathly serious. "Don't let his smile fool you, Christine. He'll exploit you until you're useless to him. Afterwards, he'll throw you to the wolves."

"I won't-"

"No, you don't understand. I don't kill people, but I will if he even stole as much as a penny from you."

Christine didn't know what to say. She didn't want Shelby, for all his bad behavior, to be killed nor did she want Darius to kill anyone, especially in her name.

"I...okay."

"Now then," Darius stood up. "I'm thirsty and hungry! Got anything I can make?"

"C-check the fridge," Christine mumbled, still trying to process what Darius said to her. She looked at him as he walked out her room.

It was amazing the duality of man. How he could switch from one emotion to another in the blink of an eye and leave her with more questions. How Darius made her question everything she thought she knew about the industry she worked in, and the people she encountered.

[heartofstanding]

I wonder, how do you imagine Eleanor's appearance? Humphrey's? Does it even matter for you?

Hi! Sorry for taking so long to reply to this, it's been a Week and then a lot of catching up on everything else.

I’ll start by saying that I don’t base my Eleanor and Humphrey on any of the actors that have portrayed them in a Shakespearian production. A big part of that is that I had already started to work on my versions before I ever saw Henry VI. Another big part I want my Humphrey to be attractive and I’m sorry but as much as I love him, I do not find Hugh Bonneville attractive in the slightest.

I tend to imagine my Eleanor as a redhead, as someone has a quite long and slender body. The red hair comes from the novel* that made glom onto her and depicted her as a redhead - I suspect because the author was using  Edwin Austin Abbey's The Penance of Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester as inspiration.

For reference, Edwin Austin Abbey's The Penance of Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester

I do love this artwork though I wouldn’t call it a perfect reflection of the way Eleanor looks in my head - I tend to imagine her hair longer and redder, her face softer, Humphrey taller. She seems to have brownish eyes in the painting but she has greyish green eyes in my head.

I try to base my depictions of people off contemporary and near-contemporary likenesses but we have only one of these for Eleanor, in the St Albans Benefactors Book:

Manuscript depictions in general are generally more miss than hit because of their small size and difficulty in painting, plus whether the artist was aiming for accuracy in their depiction or if they were just painting a generic image of how a king, queen, nobleman or noblewoman was meant to look. And the St Albans Benefactors Book was worked on until the early 16th century, well after Eleanor's death, so it's not certain that is a contemporary image by someone who knew what she looked like and was making a reasonable stab at a likeness or something made later by someone who did not know what she looked like.

But even if this image is a reasonable likeness, it doesn't tell us very much. Her hair's not visible to tell us her hair colour, she's slightly shorter than Humphrey and her arms are twigs. She does have a big old round face, though.

Humphrey is much easier because we do have a few manuscript images and, most importantly, a crayon copy of a now-lost portrait which gives us a good idea of what his face actually looked like (though it is still probably idealised to a degree):

I do like his face a lot in it. His colouring is harder to work out because the manuscript depictions do differ quite a lot. There’s the one with Eleanor, where he has black hair. There’s this one, from his own psalter, where he seems to be bald but might have dark hair underneath his crown:

Another notable one is the Shrewsbury-Talbot book where he has light brown or dark blond hair and the same kind of face as everyone else in the book:

I tend to visualise him as having the same kind of colouring as Henry V: dark hair, dark eyes - which tends to fit with the first two manuscript illuminations. As for his height, the descriptions of his skeleton sounds like he was quite a large man so I tend to put him at around 6′ or above, and probably pretty broad.

As for the last question - does it matter to me?

Yes and no. I think it’s important that I am consistent in my writing so I don’t, you know, write Eleanor as coming up to Humphrey’s chest in one chapter and then his shoulder in the next or her eyes don’t change colour all of a sudden. But I always have this doubt about how I’m depicting her.

Hair colour, especially with female characters, especially in historical fiction, seems to be a point of constant debate and potential drama, where meaning and stereotypes are attributed to it. A couple of my mutuals mentioned a quirky ginger heroine trend which I’ve not personally come across before but made me worry about my Eleanor. There’s the whole red-gold Plantagenet hair thing which is very strange to me but also makes me go “maybe not a red-haired Eleanor”. But mostly I just keep coming back to the red hair in my head so I guess it’s staying.

Another thing that gives me grief with Eleanor is always wondering if I’ve got it “right” because we know very little about her and everything I do could be wrong. I like the idea of her as a redhead but I fully admit that we don’t know what colour her hair was or anything like that and barring some kind of miraculous rediscovery, we’re never going to know.  I play sometimes with the idea that she wasn’t conventionally beautiful but striking in a less conventional way. Whether Humphrey was more attracted to her through their shared interests than her looks.

Does it matter to me how other people depict her appearance? Not really - I’ve seen her depicted as having red, blond and dark hair and all are fine to me. The one thing I’m picky about is that she’s beautiful. I’ve read so many novels where the authors are convinced that Eleanor is evil and that physical beauty reflects inner goodness so Eleanor can only be pretty in a bad way. She’s beautiful but a “chiselled beauty with a hard edge to it”, she’s “dark and haughty”, she would be beautiful if she didn’t pluck her brows and forehead which makes her look  reptilian, she would be beautiful if she didn’t have an ugly personality affecting her expression etc etc. So I just tend to feel like: just let her have her beauty. It was one of the very few positive things said about her.

Hope that was helpful and not too long!

*The novel was Joanna Hickson's The Tudor Bride. I don't recommend it and certainly not for Eleanor - I glommed onto her because I wanted to rescue her from a Philippa Gregory imitator who was like "what if... she was even worse than what misogynist history says?"

[denimbex1986]

'After the July release of Christopher Nolan’s movie on J. Robert Oppenheimer, the physicist known as the “father of the atomic bomb”, Hong Kong hatter Richard Avery thought he would see a surge of customers coming to his vintage hat shop looking for the “Oppenheimer hat”—and he was partially right.

People didn’t come wanting to buy the specific style worn by Cillian Murphy, the Irish actor who played Oppenheimer in the film—a flat top fedora with a wide brim—but there were plenty of people wanting to get a hat; any hat.

Meanwhile, Avery himself has been rocking a fedora way before the film was made, and has long been fascinated with its evolution through popular culture. Recently, Tatler caught up with Avery at his shop, The Man In The Hat in Sai Ying Pun, to talk all things millinery.

“When I look at pictures of [the real] J. Robert Oppenheimer, he’s wearing a hat that looks like he’s reshaped himself,” Avery says, which makes sense to him.

“Oppenheimer’s family had a property in New Mexico, so he spent parts of his childhood there, and he loved to ride horses and enjoyed a kind of western cowboy lifestyle. So I think it’s highly probable that one of the first hats he ever bought was a cowboy hat from Stetson, [a famous US hat brand that’s still popular today]”, he says. Made of animal felt, these hats were designed to be worn in all weathers and could be moulded and reshaped if they were wrecked.

However, he points out that the film got two things wrong, likely for cinematic effect: “One, that Oppenheimer only wore one hat his whole life; and two, he was the only person who wore a hat. That’s simply inaccurate.”

Avery explains that it was common in the early 20th century for a man in the Western world to own least six hats that they would wear on rotation. The reason they’d had more than one was to have a hat for every season and activity—from fishing to driving, or just for going to work. “So, to assume he didn’t have different hats was kind of strange,” he says.

The fedora worn by Murphy in the film was also not very true to life. It was supplied by Baron Hats, a famous Los Angeles-based brand that has been making hats for Hollywood films since the 1980s and “it’s clearly soft and made of beaver felt, based on the way it reacts to the wind in the film,” Avery says. While it looks fantastic, the hatter says it wasn’t “particularly authentic” to that era.

“It’s cool in a modern way, [but] in the ’40s and ’50s, the brim of the fedora was getting shorter, not wider, and the crown was getting lower, not taller,” he says. The hats worn by actor Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca (1942) and singer Frank Sinatra in the ’50s are more accurate examples of hats from that time, Avery adds.

The local hatter then shared with us some fun facts from history. For example, that “the most famous hat styles, including the fedora, started life as women’s hats. [French actress] Sarah Bernhardt, the first global superstar, popularised this style of hat when she wore it in a play called Fédora in the early 1880s. After that, men in New York started going to their hat shops and saying ‘hey, I want that Fédora hat’.”

In fact, the hat featured in Oppenheimer is reminiscent of that style, and Avery says that was because the movie’s “costume designer Ellen Mirojnick was deliberately going for an iconic look that would have an impact on fashion”. And perhaps it was also to mirror Oppenheimer’s impact on history and the world.

Indeed, every aspect of costuming is an important part of building a character, and the hat certainly added to Murphy’s performance and character development.

“When you’re wearing a hat, it affects you,” Avery say. “It’s on your head where your brain is and close to your eyes—you can’t escape it. There’s a strong relationship between the hat and one’s perceived character. [For example,] there’s a moment in the film where you see Oppenheimer walking and he puts the hat on and pulls it [down]. I loved those moments—it reminded me of when people are trying on about ten hats in my shop, and then they’ll put one on, and suddenly they don’t want to take it off anymore.”

[jechristine]

I think a huge reason some people were and imo still are salty at z for moving on with jacob but cheering on toms hoe phase is because nearly everyone painted tom as this poor baby who was dumped. From what I saw, the majority assumed z left tom because she is out of toms league and naturally there is no way he would dump her and he just wore his heart on his sleeve and came across more love sick. So tom moving on was him being hurt and lashing out by having a hoe phase while crying over zendaya while zendaya was this heartless women who easily forgot about t and moved on with JE who is physically superior to tom in their eyes i.e. being taller. They also assumed there was a serious emotional connection between zendaya and JE in comparison to tom who quite obviously was just acting on inpulse and emotion. I know I'm gonna explain this so poorly (very dyslexia) and over simplify it cause theres so many things to it including people putting zendaya on a pedestal above tom and therefore him *obviously* being unworthy and heartbroken but to me it really came down to people babying tom and projecting their feelings onto him. Which I can sort of understand why (not really lol). Looking at it from toms point of you from what we know and basing it off what seemed to be the general consensus that z was hiding tom and suddenly a few weeks later she had a man she spent a load of time with, who on paper is a better fit for her in terms of conventional standards (really him just being tall lol) on a vacation with her family after years of tom being "hidden" while he was at home heartbroken trying to shag the pain away then yes you could come to the conclusion tom was mugged off. Hes the sad, hurt and played party but there are soooooo many assumptions made to come to that conclusion. Z breaking up with tom, z hiding tom, z having stronger feelings for je cause she's comfortable enough to go public and therefore loves him more which is something I think people hugely projected and feared and is why they lashed out against z and JE so much. I think that image painted was a perfect one for people to project their emotions onto him and get angry on his behalf. This is also why I think some were so happy and desperate to see he moved on with nadia because he was no longer this love sick 'baby' they were hurt and 'worried' for. I think a section of his fans can be so weird with how they project their wants and idea of him onto him even when it comes down to people finding him attractive or how they lash out at people who say he isnt a great actor or want win certain awards. They hated that (to them) he came across and was a love sick puppy and wanted him to be the one to win the breakup. Like how they desperately want him to win as emmy or cut his hair cause they can't stand locals calling him ugly. Idk if im explaining it well sorry but its just like theyre obsessed with how others see him and they want him to be happy but weirdly not necessarily for his sake but for their image of him. Like to this day I swear there are are still so many tom stans who gush about tomdaya and pretend to support z but I KNOW they're still salty towards zendaya. And this isnt to kick off a fandom war cause I think a portion of her fandom is has a really weird hostility towards tom and I will never forget how quickly they switched up on tom and how nasty they were to him when she got with JE (and i know there's a large part also waiting for her to drop him for someone they see as worthy or tall*cough cough*) but in regards to the whole tom hoe phase being praised I think a huge part was down to people painting tom as the heartbroken party. Like obviously its more complicated than that and that alone stunk of misogyny and obviously lot of racism but the consistent thing i kept seeing from day 1 and still is tom was this sobbing heartbroken poor baby boy who must be protected! While zendaya forgot his existence and was painting the town red with jacob

Thanks! That was well said, and I agree with it as a description of a narrative that’s developed and that’s shot through with misogyny from multiple angles: Zendaya on the pedestal, Zendaya as duplicitous as we tend to see woman, Tom as less ‘masculine’ bc of his size, Tom as infantalized as we tend to see men…

Idk if im explaining it well sorry but its just like theyre obsessed with how others see him and they want him to be happy but weirdly not necessarily for his sake but for their image of him.

That’s it in a nutshell, huh?

(No need to apologize for your writing, so stop doing that❤️)

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

So if you said you liked Reboot!Ghost’s design better, what made you like it?

This is kinda controversial that I like Reboot!Ghost design better but here's some explanation.

1. The reboot!mask is a FUCKING MENACE - Just look at that full-faced skull mask. The upper part is hard and the texture is full on solid hard like a real skull. Imagine you're getting stabbed from the back (like in the Warzone cinematic Season 3), and the last thing you see is that scary skull staring down at you. HOLY SHIT I'll shit my pants as I die. Also the hard, overall texture of the balaclava seems to be thicker, might make it harder for people to snatch it off. (I think the balaclava on the OG!Ghost is quite thin and people could just take it off easily).

Shame they took away the shades tho :(

That's for the mask. We're talking the whole design here, so I'm going from top to bottom.

2. I like the uniform :) - It's closer to a real British standard issue combat uniform. My mans Ghost looks hella BUILT in that and I also LOVE the rolled sleeves because DAMN, THOSE ARMS. Love the sheer amount of beef that exudes from this man. HOLY SHIT.

3. FINALLY HE HAS AN ARMOR PLATE - as much as I love the OG design, 1 (one) thing that I find the most infuriating is WHERE 👏 IS 👏 THE 👏 ARMOR 👏 PLATE?? If he actually had an armor plate in MW2, I bet he could survive Shepherd's shot, if barely.

4. I like the cape :) - the cape looks badass alright you can't argue with this one. It looks like he's a vigilante.

5. He ACTUALLY looks tall - This is just my speculation but I head cannon him as taller in this one. Why? Well, the new Voice Actor, which is Jeff Leach (even though Activision broke the contract a few months ago RIP), is actually 192 cm or 6'3". OUR BOY IS TALLER. DAYUM.

6. I like the edgy tat on his left arm :) - Yes.

So yeah, those are the reasons (●'◡'●)

sorry I kinda thirsted a bit in some of this but I just really simp for this man 💀

[galadhremmin]

just having gone through a lot of Fëanor in canon mentions for Míriel comparison reasons-- where are people getting the idea that Feanor was shorter than Fingolfin? Is it just some sort of stereotypical short angry person idea people try to reduce the character to? Boring. Anyway 1. Maedhros very was tall, he's his dad, yes he has a mother too but 2. the Noldor have an, ahem, focus on tall people and would probably have remarked on Fingolfin being taller.

Also I’m going to quote published Silm on Fëanor for you, Tolkien spells it out;

‘He was tall, and fair of face, and masterful, his eyes piercingly bright and his hair raven-dark; in the pursuit of all his purposes eager and steadfast. Few ever changed his courses by counsel, none by force.’

You can just make Nerdanel even taller as you want to, fully support her ripped sculptor balancing Fëanor on her pinkie finger aesthetic (though she doesn't even need to be tall to do that). Tall Son can get Tall genes from both sides.

I do get the urge to Reduce Fëanor in general, because Tolkien occasionally sounds like he was in love with the character. It's a lot like reading this Napoleon biography by a guy with a huge crush on Napoleon who tries very hard to be judgmental about his notable Bad Actions-- while continuing to thirst openly. 

It’s deeply annoying sometimes. Irl of course people are hardly ever good at literally everything, to start with, or quite that influential-- then again no one is functionally immortal, nor does anything like a Vala physically exist, or do words and story itself have such very literal power. I.e. 'it's not realistic' is not a very good argument against the importance of the character in Silm, though it is a good one against the premise and structure of the story as a whole (which jirt recognises in Myths Transformed, where he goes on to say much emphasis is placed on individual actors because they're Mannish myths).

Canon Feanor is just...like that unfortunately. That’s how Tolkien wrote him. A character who appears only briefly at the start of the story but changes its entire course forever. Besides the more disastrous decisions he improves the alphabet, founds the loremaster school Pengolodh is part of, invents synthetic gems, invents palantírs, the material silima, a technique to catch light, the silmarils, etc.-- 'his hands were seldom at rest' --to the point of inspiring people to falsely attribute various useful inventions to him ages after, as people historically did with legendary figures in classical myth.

If anyone might be a Short (failed coup) King that would be his son Curufin, who canonically preferred not to be called by his mothername ‘small dad.’...Feanor, however, is (as I have previously stated); Big Daddy. 😔

thank u for coming to my Tall Feanor speech.

I'm not against Fëanor Revisionism at all, but it's nicer if people write/draw against the text on purpose instead of copying fanon. It's so much funnier for one, because you get you choose which Fëanor fan loremaster was so very determined to officially record Fëanor was Tall, Actually, should you decide that he really was not in reality.

[georgiapeach30513]

Part 2 to icy and arlo please!!!! Your getting me so excited for 3rd gen

You guys have NO IDEA what's in store for them. Listen, the Baizen's will have a bit of issues. Zephyr is divorced with two girls before he's 26, and he will have full custody. Archer is not a whore, but he pours his life into his job. We know where Brooks and Raiden and Otto are. Iclynn falls for her best friend, Illiana has a love for boys and they them, but changes immediately with Dean, and...he surprises her and makes her cry. Eadlin and Fauna don't have much drama, but a Drysdale will finally marry a Barnes between those two. Audriana, well, our celebrity falls for an older...much older, like 17 years older who is an actor, but he wants her to keep it a secret....

Arlo and Icy aren't really too dramatic. But we did leave them kinda talking about him going to the treehouse. That damn treehouse, Carter is going to cut the whole thing down one day. Posie, Otto, Zephyr, Brooks, and Iclynn all lose their virginity in that damn treehouse.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Be Honest

Summary: Arlo talks to his parents

Pairings: Beau/Arleigh X Arlo

Rating: 🥹

Warnings: language, mentions of Iclynn’s sexual harassment, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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Beau paces around the cabin living room trying to come up with a way to talk to his son who just sits on the dock, staring out at the lake. Arleigh, mindlessly starting to cut up vegetables unsure of what actually happened.

“And he said nothing? Was he ugly to you?” Beau asks, his eyes finally looking over at his tiny wife, wishing his kids were babies all over again. Things were easier when they were babies.

“He didn’t say anything, and he wasn’t ugly. He was short. Beau, it’s that kid.”

“I know,” Beau says, hands on his hips, eyes going back to his son. He knows he didn’t fit in at the stuffy school. He worked, and didn’t put his focus on academics. “How is this kid? Is this coming back to bite us? Like what’s going on?”

“He has a broken nose,” Arleigh sighs. “This isn’t Arlo. You know our son. You know he wouldn’t do that for no reason. And, that stupid kid had it coming to him. He hates Arlo. He always singled him out.”

“Alright. We’re talking to him,” Beau steps out of the house, and opts to walk all the way down to the dock. Not even needing to say anything, and Arlo knows it’s time for him to face his parents. Contemplating on if it’s best to be strong and silent, or if he needs to divulge everything.

Solemn the two men walk into the cabin, and Arleigh has to take a deep breath, because her baby boy who was so adamant about being naked, had surpassed his father’s build. A bit taller, but definitely thicker. Looking more like a man, than her son.

“What happened?” Beau asks, trying to sound stern, but he really wants to get into Arlo’s head. Wants to know what’s going on, but then Arlo shrugs. “Son…”

“No, that asshole had it coming to him. Him and the rest of the boys were in the locker rooms bragging about the girls they had sex with this weekend, and then he started talking about Iclynn.”

“Well, seeing how you won’t be honest about your feelings, it’s no wonder she dated someone else,” Arlo stares hard at his dad. His jawline pulsing with how hard he’s clenching his teeth. “You don’t get a say on who she has sex with.”

“They didn’t have sex! But it’s how he was talking about her. Bragging about how he…and then he just was going to walk away. Using her just for sex. Calling Illiana a whore in the process. He was disgusting and vile, even if they had sex. And they didn’t. Then he started talking about me. I’m tired of him. He can say what he wants about me, but not them. They didn’t ask for that. He has no right.”

“Wait,” Beau starts, taking a deep breath, as he thinks about his words. “He was bragging about taking her virginity, and then admitting he was done with her?”

“Yes! And Iclynn said that he just shoved his hands down her pants, on their one date. She had to punch him, too.”

Beau’s face turns up in a bit of a smile. Completely unfazed by his son defending the Baizen girls honor. “Dad?”

“The same kid who calls you farm boy? And the scholarship charity?” Arlo nods his head. “Fine, you’ll deal with your suspension. But at home, you’ll just go to work with me.”

“Beau?” “Dad?”

“No, Bun, I’ve taught my boys to protect the ladies in our lives. And let’s face it, this one, is a lovesick fool when it comes to Iclynn. Walker had it coming to him. He’s pushed Arlo their whole school careers. Does Carter and Story know about this?”

Arlo shakes his head no, “She doesn’t want to tell them. She said she took care of it. She’s more concerned with what he’s saying about Illiana.”

Beau nods his head a few times, “Arlo, it’s her choice. But you know her, did she seem upset about that?” Arleigh asks. “I don’t want to involve ourselves, but he had no right. Carter can be a bit extreme when it comes to his kids and family though. Maybe if she talked to her mom? Her Mimi? You?”

“I was kinda wanting to go to see her,” he gives them a sheepish grin, raising his shoulders a bit. “We didn’t really get to talk that much. She’s a bit disappointed in me.”

“You can go, but,” Beau squares up with his son. Wanting him to be completely honest with Iclynn, because he remembers falling for his best friend as well, and the pain it could cause his son, scares him. He doesn’t want Arlo to have the years that he did. “I want you to be honest with her. You tell her point blank, how you feel. Do not hold back, hell, kiss the girl if she wants you to. You’ve hardly dated anyone, and after the first date you make an excuse as to what’s wrong, and you’re basically saying because she’s not Iclynn.”

“Right, be honest. Kiss her.”

“You understand that if you date her, these nights at the treehouse, they won’t be happening anymore right?” Arleigh asks her son. “I don’t know how you got Carter and Story to agree to that.”

“Illiana, Daisy, and usually Annie was there?”

“Go. You tell Iclynn how you feel,” Beau repeats himself. “And if she doesn’t reciprocate, I’m sorry, but it’s time to be just her friend. Don’t pine after a girl who only sees you as a friend. I know. I’ve been there.”

“With her mother,” Arleigh giggles. She grabs her husband’s hand, and weaves her own in his. “He’s right. Be honest. What’s the worse that can happen? You get that kiss that causes fireworks, the birds to sing, lightning bugs to fly around you, and swearing you can hear angels sing? Your dad is right be honest.”

“Will you actually let me leave to be honest?” he smirks knowing that the honesty part has already passed, and now he gets to just be with his best friend, and let happen what will happen. Giddy that he didn’t have to beg to see her.

“Right. Go, but, be home for bedtime. I’m sure the Baizen’s will feed you.”

“Okay. Don’t wait up,” Arleigh narrows her eyes at him. “Things are really changing after this, huh?”

“They have to. You can’t just spend the night with your high school girlfriend anymore.”

“We’re not dating yet. Let me be honest,” with a final wave he jogs out to his truck. He’ll be honest with his parents later.

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[whatohitsonfirewelp]

James Sirius Potter headcanons because I can’t sleep and I don’t want to sleep

Boy is an actor. People want him to take after his namesakes? He’ll give them that. People expect him to smile and laugh loudly and practically demand attention? That’s what they’ll get. He’s the first child of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley and if he doesn’t want to get torn apart he has to give the people what they want.

He did not realize that he didn’t have to do that with his family. Let’s just say there was a very emotional few weeks for the next gen and their parents

He’s genuinely the perfect mix of his parents unlike his siblings. He doesn’t look like Harry’s twin like Albus or a male version of Ginny like Lily does (but female for her)

He’s skin is a few shades lighter than Harry and Albus but darker than Ginny and Lily. His hair is a dark brown that has natural highlights of red and orange in the summer

Dude is absolutely covered in freckles

As I said before he’s an actor. But when he’s not acting you’ll find out that he doesn’t really care for pranking much. He enjoys pranks but he doesn’t care enough to get creative when he pranks because that’s not his thing. Although it took awhile for everyone else to realize this

He’s a mommas boy through and through. But he did pull away from her in his hogwarts years. He didn’t want to act around her. That’s his mom. So he pulled away since he didn’t know how to not act

He loves flying. He absolutely loves it but he also doesn’t really care about quidditch itself. He enjoyed the game and has fun playing but it’s not his passion.

He was interested in broom making for a bit. He probably has at least 25 books about that but it’s not something he ended up going for

He did end up as a Gryffindor but he almost became a Hufflepuff. It’s not something he’s ever told his family or friends.

He doesn’t really have friends. He has people who tolerate him and he tolerates back and then there’s people who hang out with him because of who he is. Because of who his family is. But no ones ever cared about him.

James is fine with having no friends. He’s surrounded by people all the time, people who don’t really care about him. Not the way his aunt and uncle care about his dad or the way the younger Malfoy cares about his brother. That’s fine with him. It’s fine when he looks over at his little sister and younger cousins and sees them with their own little groups but not alone

He’s not stupid and he’s not a genius. He gets good grades when he works hard and he finds it better to just watch what happens in the classroom instead of being the one to raise his hand.

James finds out he’s bisexual when he kissed another boy on a dare. He’s never told anyone and he doesn’t really date but it’s not a secret. If people know they know and if they don’t they don’t

He won’t ever forgive himself for letting his brother get in danger. It doesn’t matter if they both pulled away from each other I’ve the years. That’s his baby brother and it’s his fault. If it’s not his fault then it’s the adults and he’s not ready to admit that Albus and the little Malfoy aren’t the only ones they’ve messed up with

He feels out of place in his family but he doesn’t say anything for so long because he knows he’s not the only one. Albus feels out of place for reasons that everyone knows but so do his other cousins and Lily. All of them are putting up some sort of act. Too scared to tell their parents that they aren’t who everyone expected them to be

James ends up getting a tattoo his 6th year. He spent a weekend in New York in a muggle town and ended up getting a small tattoo on the inside of his wrist. If there’s one trait he got from his dad it’s impulsiveness. He ends up going back a few months later to get another one on his rib cage. Somehow these tattoos are kept a secret until a family picnic happens and he takes off his shirt to swim.

The tattoo on his wrist is a lily with a snake wrapped around it. On his rib cage he got Weasley Potter and Evans written in cursive

Harry ended up crying and refused to stop hugging James for an hour when he saw them.

James has a loud voice and laugh. It’s a voice that makes you look up and pay attention and a laugh that makes you smile and your heart warm

He doesn’t have hair like Harry or Albus but his hair isn’t straight like Ginny and Lily’s is. He takes after Grandma Molly and Uncle Percy with his slightly curly hair.

If he had to pick a favorite cousin it would be Hugo or Molly II

After the whole situation that happened with Albus James would get up in the middle of the night and sit outside his younger siblings room. Harry or Ginny would wake up and find him passed out on the floor holding his wand more than once

James try’s to get attention on him for more than one reason. He knows it’s what people expect once they hear his name and he knows so many of his other family members don’t enjoy most of the attention their family gets. He doesn’t know how to tell them he cares but he does know how to show it, even if no one realizes it at first

James has hazel eyes like his namesake. No one is really sure if it’s because of his parents own eye color or if he inherited it from the first James.

He’s actually barely average height. Albus is the one who gets the Weasley height while Lily ends up slightly taller than average but not taller than him.

He’s great friends with every ghost in hogwarts and absolutely no one understands how this happened and it’s just become a Thing

He’s clumsy as heck despite being great in the air. No one understands this until Minerva mentions that James the first was the same way.

His nails always have chipped paint on them because he can’t stop biting them and scratching at the paint.

He prefers things from the muggle world. He likes pens and pencils more than quills he loves the things they have in their toy stores. He has a rubik’s cube that’s been throw at a wall several times out of frustration

He’s actually really good at potions and he’s good enough in his other classes as long as he practices and studies. He also ends up having a love for history and will ignore everything happening in the actual class and read books from the library.

James is simple for the most part and he’s okay with that and he’s okay to pretend that he enjoys putting up a act with everyone.

He can’t cook but he can bake and it confuses Harry so much but Ginny finds it hilarious

He absolutely can not sing or dance but he’s a pretty good writer and you can find doodles on every paper he’s written something on

And that’s the post. Every time I thought I was done I had another idea. So this is my James Sirius Potter headcanon and you can accept some none or all I don’t really care

[cupcakeshakesnake]

I rate different versions of two POTC characters

Recently I found out that Pirates of the Caribbean has a manga series of its own. And some comic books. And a LEGO game, though that wasn’t as big a surprise and was honestly more pleasant than not.

ANYWAY here I will rate the different Cutler Becketts because it was quite a ride for me.

I will also rate the different Norringtons if I end up feeling like it while writing the post. (Note: I did end up doing this.)

Movie Beckett

The original. 2/10.

Might be a good character story-wise but overall very hateable. Smug asshole.  Everyone loves to hate him. (Which means the actor did a great job.)

If he existed IRL I'd want to be 50000 miles away from him. Apparently his past is really messed up but you don't find out about any of that through the movies. Might have been a better person if he had a better childhood, but then again the same goes for a lot of villains.

On the list of characters I consider interesting, he is right down there in the burning trash dump with Cave Johnson. Maybe even lower. At least he accepted defeat when the time came and went out with some dignity.

Manga Beckett

AbSoLuTe fUcKiNg CyCLe pATh.  0.5/10.

Might as well be the reason I started this post.

Why is he like that. Why does he have eyeliner. Why is he so... anime villain-y.

He's supposed to be someone who keeps his face straight. Why does he seem to be constantly expressing with every single facial muscle that he is batshit insane.

Movie Beckett at least drinks tea like a normal person. This guy looks like he'd shove the entire teacup into his mouth and just munch it whole while staring directly into your eyes. Also his version of Mercer lacks eyebrows for some reason.

He gets half a point because there are some characters who were, unfortunately, butchered even more than him.

Lego Beckett

Gremlin. 5/10.

He's kinda goofy compared to the other three and also absolutely tiny. He literally strains just to see the camera half the time. You cannot help but laugh at this man. He is also considerably less harmful, given the... nature of the Lego world... and that the worst he can do is order that a bunch of fruit (plus the occasional livestock) be thrown at people.

The only regret - quoting @nebbychan - is that they didn't make his wig taller to compensate for height.

That one comic book Beckett 

The not-Beckett. -10/10. Note the minus sign.

That's just not him. There's no way you can convince me that's him.

It feels a bit like the artist went out of their way to emphasize the characters' appearances but this here is not how caricature works. Maybe they were looking at a different person.

That's not him. That's Pirate Extra #23 in a wig.

That being said, Norrington looks pretty horrible in here too - more on that later.

Alright, now for Norrington.

Movie Norrington

The original. 10/10.

An honorable man. People love to love him. Did not deserve what he got.

Not much to say.

Manga Norrington

Evil Twin Nottington (quoting @dirgeofcerberus111). 3/10.

Why does he look like a one-off side villain from the Hobbit movies. He deadass has that evil grin stuck on his face throughout most of the book. And that up top is NOT what he said in the movie.

Instead of anger stemming from the sense of being wronged and losing everything, this man right here is fueled by bloodlust. Dude looks like he'd murder Will Turner in cold blood without the slightest quiver in that manic grin. Set this guy up on the Dutchman and he could throw Davy Jones overboard.

Losing his ship didn’t just make him a wasted drunk; it turned him into an entirely different man on a molecular level.

What is this man.

Lego Norrington

Carrot man. 6/10.

Sorry my dude, it might not be your fault that you were mistakenly delivered a carrot on your promotion day, but I am going to remember you as 'carrot man' because of that nevertheless.

For some reason, he lacks hair save for when he is not wearing a hat. Unlike Beckett’s, his wig is a magic wig that disappears when placed under a hat.

He looks unnecessarily mean-spirited in Dead Man’s Chest. When he gives Davy Jone's heart (which, by the way, wears a miniature hat. Yes, the heart wears a hat) to Beckett, he's not a wrecked man trying to regain some honor and a smidge of his past life. He's like 'Oh yeah give me that admiral sword, hand it right over.'

But he also slaps Davy Jones with a fish and kind of almost survives if it can be called that, so he gets some points.

That one comic book Norrington

Tames Jorringnon. 0/10.

Barely recognizable. Makes me wonder if they kept the wig because otherwise it would be nearly impossible for readers to understand that this is indeed James Norrington, the wig man.

They did somehow remember to take his prominent nose into consideration, but said fuck it to everything else.

Who is this.

No.

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